I have become a silent movie

The hero killed the clown



Cant make a sound



Nobody knows what hes doing

Still hanging around



Cant make a sound



The slow motion moves me

The monologue means nothing to me



Bored in a role, but he cant stop

Standing up to sit back down

And lose the one thing found

Spinning the world like a toy top

Till theres a ghost in every town



Cant make a sound



Eyes locked and shining

Cant you tell me whats happening?



Why should you want any other, when youre a world within a world?